My first Gossip Girl fic, I am personally proud of it. Hopefully you guys enjoy it, too!
Chapter rating: R - smut, language
Word Count: 3,262
Pairings: Chuck/Dan
constructive criticism is welcomed! ;*
The rain poured down, cascading over Dan Humphrey's leather jacket. His hair was plastered to his forehead, and his joints ached from the weather. The moon shone bright over the city of Manhattan, it would have looked beautiful under any other circumstances. Maybe even beautiful enough to inspire Dan to write a poem. But, currently any poem the dark haired boy would write would only consist of heartbreak and longing. Two things he did not want to think about.
Serena Van Der Woodsen had taken Nate back, why she did, Dan would never know. Nor care to know. It hurt. His heart ached, his head felt as if it were going to combust at any given moment and all he wanted was to be home, in his own bed. Drowning in his sorrow.
This was proven even too much for Mr. Humphrey himself, but hell, he should be given one night to completely break down and feel sorry for himself, right?
A horn blasted over the rainfall and Dan jumped, turning around to see why the cab driver felt the need to disturb his pained silence.
The back window rolled down and Chuck Bass appeared from behind the limousines dark glass, a smile on his face.
Dan felt as if nothing could make the night worse, and here he was, standing corrected.
"Daniel!" The velvet voice that belonged to the rich debonair swam through the night air.
"Chuck…" Dan didn't know whether to keep walking or to stop and talk, the latter seemed to suit him best, although he wished this man's voice didn't cast such spells on his hormones.
"Get in." The chiseled boy ordered.
Dan didn't want to. He wanted to be as far away from every rich soul in Manhattan and back in Brooklyn. He wanted to call Vanessa, tell her she was right, as always and he would never leave her for another woman. But, he didn't have it in him. No matter how hard he wanted to walk away from the beautiful face, he couldn't. He wouldn't.
The water splashed with every heavy footstep and the tormented poet slid into the limo alongside his nemeses.
"Let's get you home..and out of those clothes. Don't want you getting sick." The consideration in Chuck's voice almost fooled Dan, who only smiled. "Plaza Hotel, I'll give you an extra 20 if you can make it there in less than 10 minutes."
The limo driver nodded and took off.
"Plaza?" Dan's voice came out scratched and unused.
"Yes, my hotel. Don't worry. I'll get you fixed up." and with that, Chuck laid a hand on the soaked denim of Dan's jeans.
Despite the chilled air and angry rain, Dan felt as if he were on fire. The touch by the brilliant man next to him caused such sensations and Dan didn't want it! Hell, he loves Serena! Why in the world would he want Chuck Bass…CHUCK BASS! They had never gotten along, never spoke more than five words in their short relationship, never once-
"Daniel…are you coming?"
Dan looked up from the floor of the luxurious car to see that they had arrived to their destination. And in well under ten minutes.
He nodded and crawled out, slipping slightly in the puddles marking the side of the street. Chuck shot his arms out as he saw the skinny male fumble. A laugh slipped out from his lips as he held the man close to him, to avoid any real damage.
"Are you feeling alright, Daniel?"
Dan only mumbled a, "definitely." before pulling away from the strong grip.
The two men rode the elevator in silence, neither one looking towards the other and never attempting to say a word. Once they had arrived to the beautiful mans room, Chuck pulled his keys out, unlocking the door that hid the fabulous apartment he and Nate Archibald shared.
Ah, Nate Archibald, the man that Dan wished would be half way across the country, the man Dan prayed would leave Serena once again so that Dan would have his one last chance. But, the anger and blame seemed to be fading with every passing minute. Maybe Dan hadn't loved Serena as much as he thought he did, and if that were the case: did Dan even know what love was?
The click-clack of Chuck's Armani leather shoes filled the loft as he walked to, what Dan could only assume, was his room.
Dan's emerald eyes scanned the walls and furniture of the amazing room he resided in. He had only ever been to Serena's hotel, never Chucks, nor Blaire's, and he could bet that the room he was in put the others' to shame. The decor and lighting were art in their own form. Dan could get used to a place like this. Writing would never come easier.
Chuck appeared back in the living room with a pair of black slacks and a button-up grey shirt in hand.
"These should fit you for the most part. You're much skinnier than I am, but they shouldn't look too bad." The warmth and friendliness in the smooth voice caught Dan completely off-guard. Why was Chuck being so sweet? What did he want…or worse yet, what had he heard?
Dan took the clothes and quickly said his thank yous before being led to the bathroom to change.
The clothes had fit fine, perfect almost and Dan had never felt so superior. It's a shame when you start to notice how material things really can change one persons perspective in life.
When Dan re-entered the living area, he saw Chuck at the bar pouring two drinks and humming softly to himself.
"I hope you like champagne, it's really all I ever keep." The shorter male walked slowly and carefully over the artist who stood dumbfounded. Dan had only had champagne a handful of times in his life; all in the same night, actually, and he hadn't liked what it did to him. He became vulnerable under the influence of alcohol and this was not a situation he wanted to be vulnerable in. But, he grabbed the glass out of the offering hand, nonetheless.
"Where's Nate…" Dan finally asked after a torturous, silent five minutes.
"Out, of course." Chuck responded idly.
"Why aren't you out?"
The rich boy chuckled softly, "I was on my way out when I spotted a poor drowned puppy wandering the Manhattan streets, so far away from home and I just had to pick him up. My heart got the best of me."
Dan surprised himself by laughing lightly, taking a long sip of his bubbly drink.
"Now…Humor me, Humphrey: why in the hell were you out in this weather ?"
Dan's smile faded only slightly and he shook his head, "it's embarrassing actually when I really think about it." He took another drink, already feeling the warmth overtake his body, "Serena kicked me to the curb and I guess I was just taking myself out on a denial date."
Chuck laughed whole heartily and Dan joined. The champagne must really be getting to him, he thought, in no way is this funny.
Chuck cleared the rest of his glass, rising to fill it once again, "Want another?"
Dan, who was still softly laughing nodded and handed his glass over.
"Daniel…not to be rude, but honestly Serena is a bitch. She always has been. Trashy and easy, it's how these girls work. Why else do you think Blaire and I did not work out?"
Dan listened intently while watching the other man's long fingers pour their drinks.
"Don't get me wrong, I love both of my ladies ever so much, they're what make this life fun and dramatic," he closed the champagne bottle and picked up both glasses, "but, Daniel, sometimes you got to really be honest with yourself and you do not fit in with those girls. They will eat you alive and spit you back out. They have no shame and no care in the world as to who they hurt."
Dan wrapped his fingers around the condensation covered glass, still listening.
Chuck took a seat closer to Dan than before and took full sips of his champagne, "And you can't blame Nate, he's driven beyond belief to these women. He believes they're the best of the best, and maybe he's right. But, I wouldn't mind…down grading. If it meant I wouldn't have to endure those two."
Dan raised his green eyes to meet the honey tinted irises of Chuck Bass.
Down grading? Is that what Dan is? A down grade?
Chuck set his drink down and carefully took the glass from Dan's hand and placed it next to his. He shifted his body so that his left arm laid across the back of the suede sofa behind Dan and his torso leaned towards the timid boy.
"This is not directed at you." The beautiful voice filled Dan's head.
It's like Chuck knew everything that went on in the skinnier Male's thoughts. It was nerve wracking.
"Granted, we never enjoyed one another much. I believe it is just because we never gave each other much of a chance."
"I gave you a chance." Dan whispered, gluing his eyes to the hard wood flooring.
Chucks forefinger hooked under the pale boys chin and brought his face up, "You're right. I'm stubborn. I know and I would love to make it up to you."
Dan couldn't breathe, he couldn't think. All he could do was sit in silence, his breathing picking up, as Chuck leaned forward. His full lips gently touching Dan's thin ones.
The black haired male fluttered his eyes shut and allowed his body to take over. He had nothing to lose. His hand came up to fist the neatly combed hair of the opposing man, who moaned softly into the deepening kiss.
Chuck pressed his body to Dan's, draping his arms around the thin body before him. He felt rough hands grip his hips and pull his crotch forward. The slight friction caused the man below him to moan deeply into the refined millionaires mouth, that opened to push his tongue into the others'.
Dan felt the growing in his pants and ground helplessly to the hard body above him. He wrapped his legs securely around Chuck's hips, holding him as close as possible.
"Impatient?" Chuck breathed out between kisses, his voice still containing the coyness.
"Just a little." Dan said smiling, when honestly all he wanted was to feel Chuck in a way he never thought imaginable.
Chuck gripped tightly to Dan's hips, "tighten your legs." He ordered. Dan listened and soon felt himself being lifted off of the sofa and carried towards the room Chuck had gone into earlier.
The smell of vanilla and oranges quickly filled Dan's nose as he noted the candles lit on the bookshelves. Either Chuck had this planned, or he just always had to be perfect under all circumstances. It was most likely the latter.
Chuck laid Dan on the bed, his feet still hanging off. He swiftly unbuttoned the slacks he had given the man only moments prior and slid them off of his thin legs. He then worked the button-up off and stood straight to admire the body before him. Despite the skinny frame of the artist, his chest was toned and his hips were enough to make Chuck ravage him right then and there.
Dan closed his eyes as he felt the charming lips belonging to the other, graze his body and make their way down to his boxers that ran dangerously low. He couldn't help the gasp that escaped his parted mouth as the long fingers hooked to the elastic of the fabric, and in one full swoop he was completely exposed. He believed in any other situation he would feel disgusting, and would have stopped the debonair, but he couldn't. he wanted to blame the alcohol, but in all honesty, he wanted this just as bad.
Chuck smiled at the hardened length grasped in his hand. Dan was blessed, and chuck only allowed his smile to become devious as his eyes met the lust filled ones of the owner.
"take your clothes off." Dan ordered. He was beyond pleased when the rich man obliged and delicately removed his suit that more than likely cost more than Dan's whole apartment.
Dan eyed the length that he undoubtedly would be filled with in moments and froze. This was going to be painful.
"Shh…" Chuck cooed, cupping the side of the timid boys face in his hand, "Don't think about it." and Dan allowed the man to dominate him by being picked up once again and laid in the center of the mattress.
He felt those sinful lips explore his body once more and watched as his length disappeared into the hot, slickness of chucks mouth. The warmth was almost unbearable. He was still a virgin, he hadn't experienced any feeling like this one and he suddenly felt very young. He had no idea what he was in for.
Chuck noted the tension that rose in the mans body and he brought his mouth back to the receiving mans'.
"What's wrong?" He whispered tenderly.
Dan flushed fiercely and hugged his arms over his chest, "I'm still a virgin." He said almost inaudibly.
Chuck couldn't hide the surprise in his eyes or the catch in his throat.
"Then maybe we shouldn't do this, it's okay, Daniel."
The suave man went to stand when Dan clasped his hands to his wrists.
"No, I want to."
The two looked at one another, and Dan couldn't help but feel as if hours were passing by. Precious hours he wanted so selfishly with this man.
"I'll go slow." Chuck assured, lying back down onto the bed.
Dan sighed shakily as he watched the captivatingly handsome man put two fingers into his mouth and lathered them until they shone.
Chuck's hand disappeared out of Dan's sight and he soon felt a shudder erupt down his spine as the same two fingers pressed lightly to his entrance. He spread his legs slowly, silently giving the other permission and almost instantly regretted it. The feeling of the invading fingers was something Dan was not prepared for. He felt completely and utterly vulnerable and wanted to yell for chuck to stop, but he couldn't.
Chuck watched Dan screw his eyes shut as he pressed deeper into him. He bent his fingers slightly in search for what he so desperately wanted to find. He continued to watch as Dan's facial expression became more relaxed and his body less tensed.
Dan took deep breathes and moaned inwardly as Chuck's lips trailed a soft line of kisses over his jaw and neck. The push and pull of the appendages within his body soon became enjoyable as they quickened their pace.
Chuck could feel he was close to what he wanted and almost smiled triumphantly as he felt his fingers brush Dan's prostate, causing the man to arch off of the bed and moan loudly. The erotic sounds the beautiful man sent Chuck into a delirious state of mind. He wanted this boy, he wanted him bad.
Dan's thoughts were hazed over and his mouth hung in one continuous moan as he felt chuck's fingers press against his sweet spot over and over. The pleasure was almost enough to send Dan over the edge and the last thing he wanted was to cum too soon.
"Please." He almost begged, lacing his hands in the no longer neat hair of his lover.
"Tell me what you want." Chuck airily responded.
Dan winced at the pleasure, feeling his peak suddenly coming, "fuck me, please." He had to hold back from yelling out.
Chuck removed his fingers to both Dan's dismay and relief. The broad male reached into the table by the bed and brought back a small bottle of lube. He lathered his length in the gel-like substance and delicately positioned himself between the thin, opened legs.
"You have to stay relaxed, okay?" He moaned lightly into Dan's ear, causing him to shudder.
"Okay." Was his absent reply, he still wasn't ready for this.
But, then again, Dan couldn't believe anyone was ready for the amount of pain he soon felt shoot through his body and he was mentally screaming for Chuck to stop.
Chuck bit down on his bottom lip as he watched his length slowly slide out of sight. The pressure and heat from Dan's body almost hurt and he couldn't imagine Dan felt much more pleasure than he did.
Dan flushed as he uncontrollably whimpered. He felt Chuck stop pushing and realized that the worst was over.
The two men laid in silence, Chuck had his head buried into Dan's neck, who was motionlessly nuzzled into the other.
The minutes ticked by and neither moved and just as Chuck began to think he should pull out, Dan brought his hands to his firm hips and gripped tightly.
"Go." He mewled.
Chuck slowly rocked his hips to and fro, allowing his throbbing member to fill Dan repeatedly, in search for that spot once again.
Dan ground his body roughly against the man above him and soon the pain melted away and he found himself moaning and clawing at the perfect skin on Chucks biceps. He wrapped his legs around the small of Chucks back and granted the man deeper access.
The pulsing in his member and the tightening in his stomach soon took over Chucks mind and body, the pleasure was fierce as his hips quickened pace and began to roughly hit against Dan's. Suddenly Dan's moans and yells filled the apartment as Chuck felt the tip of his length press against his prostate. The man below him writhed and arched off of the bed, tightening his body grip on the tanned man dominating him.
"Fuck…" Dan mewled, feeling his peak once again crawling closer.
Chuck crashed his lips down to the artistic mans' and soon his hip motions became almost animalistic as Dan tightened around his length.
The room was filled with moans and gasps as the two men fought with their release, not wanting to give in too soon.
Dan then abruptly arched off of the bed almost violently and roughly fisted Chucks hair in his hands as he felt his seed spill onto his naked chest and stomach.
Chuck watched in amusement as Dan rode out his orgasm and he didn't bother anymore. He pounded hard to the spent boy and felt the warm fluid shoot into him. His body shook and trembled at the impact of pleasure and he soon collapsed onto the heated body below him.
Dan ran his hands up and down the ridges of muscle on Chucks back and smiled to himself.
"Was this part of your plan tonight?" He asked laughing softly.
Chuck lifted himself up onto his elbows and smiled, "definitely not. But, I kind of wish it was so that I could take credit for such an amazing experience."
He then caught Dan in a delicate kiss, licking playfully at his lips.
Sleep quickly began to drape itself over the two lovers when a voice made Chuck shoot up out of bed,
"Chuck? You home?"
It was Nate.